[Event Post]

[blackrthanblack]

::So you're walking about. And you find a stretch of road confiscated from use. There's a woman in a black demonic jump suit on a blood red bike that might be described as the bastard child of a Harley Davidson and a Formula 1 Car, that then proceeded to have a murky one night stand with the armor of an armored car

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[roadofheaven]

[Suddenly, there is someone else peering over your shoulder.]

[blackrthanblack]

::She seems fairly absorbed in the work she's doing on the Engine. Perhaps she needs to be poked. But it seems a bit hard to tell how old she is. :|a::

[roadofheaven]

[man screw that i'm just going to watch over your shoulder until i find something you're doing wrong. you are far less interesting than your bike.]

[blackrthanblack]

::... Dear god what. Engines should not be built to go that fast. Yet. It's working. But dear jesus god what, why would she want to make it go so damn fast.::

[memoryistime]

I stare at this, and I wonder: Are you seriously the same chick who built my bike?

*Oh hey, look, it's Shian. He seems to have pulled up behind you, taking advantage of the fact that you don't seem to notice anything as it is while you're working, and is sitting on his bike at he watches you with an eyebrow quriked, helmet taken off*

[blackrthanblack]

::Turns to look at you.:: ... What makes you say that.

[memoryistime]

Your bike.

It looks like it came barreling out of hell.

[blackrthanblack]

Well it is called the Crimson Machphistopheles Mk.II for a reason... ::Starts adjusting the engine somewhat.::